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The white flash ended. The building seemed so quiet, the dust settled and his vision cleared. Mr. Greene did what he had always done he prepared the building for the heroes return. Who would return he didn't know. How much of Steel Canyon remained? He wondered would the newlyweds heroes come to the complex, if so he had arranged for a new apartment. He thought of all the heroes from Slip Shod, Tic Tock, Sol'Ar, Riley, Steele Magnolia and the rest who had lived in the Whitmoore, who survive, and if they returned would it ever be the same, there was nothing to do now but wait while he cleaned...

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Stanley Green finished sweeping and laid the broom near his desk. It would be weeks until the building was in proper working order, though probably not the elevators. They never seemed to worked, but most superheroes didn't need them. Still, he couldn't help but think the last time the apartments were in such a mess, and then he thought of the Christmas party. The more he thought, the more faces just seemed to pop into his mind, even faces he had not seen in a long time. Whenever he looked up, he almost imagined them coming through the door. Detective Frost, Ninjin, Kurai, Inklings, Blood Wolffe, Hyperman, Corvus Babel, Dark Harrier, Cowman, Straight-Jacket, HCA 001, American Valor, and many many others. Even if they all did return, it would be the same as it ever was. Maybe even new faces might grace his doors and Mr. Green smiled at this thought. He knew that he'd always be here to welcome them home.

A flash and a trail of sparkles in the night, the lights of a lone building draws the fae onward. Odd she thought to herself that The Whitmoore should look lived in, when the rest of Steel Canyon was so.... . Time enough for more tears later, the windows drew near, a man could be seen inside sweeping the floors, & straightening the pictures. A clean welcoming foyer glowed with light...and music! Tink sat on the bush and listened to the record play remembering times when there was more than than what seemed like just 3 people in the world.....